Suddenly stopping Brigham, therefore, I raised old "Lucretia" to my shoulder and took deliberate aim, hoping to hit either the horse or the rider.

He was not eighty yards behind me.

At the crack of the rifle down went the horse.
Not waiting to see if he regained his feet, Brigham and I went fairly flying toward our destination.

We had urgent business just then and were in a hurry to attend to it.
The other Indians had gained while I stopped to drop the leader.

A volley of shots whizzed past me.